Heritage

Okay, I'm going to use the stats for the Bruiser Demon form Book of Magic to run this fight (quite badly, methinks), so look for new posts this weekend. We will end this thread!

So here's the total list of folks Grim would invite to the party; no one should feel obligated to attend, as a hero's life is a busy one, and some people now have freaky inexplicable children to raise. Colt Dynamo Jack of all Blades His sister, Jill Fulcrum Atlas (incognito, if need be) Taylor and Jack Derrick and Stesha Elena Ace Danger Dr Archeville Vince! Divine I was thinking we can do a backyard barbecue style affair in the garden of the Brownstone, either catered or the Interceptors sharing cooking duties (we've got two kitchens and space for a grill or two out back). Let me know who'd attend, and then I will start up the thread.

By the time Jill reached the bottom of the stairs, Grim was already full-sized and indeed sporting a large pair of bunny ears, a bright red waistcoat and riding boots. "Oh man, you are so right! I totally missed an opportunity to be more topical! I have a tendency to mash-up my material. Oh well, no big." She gestures around the room, a sleek, high-tech hexagon with doorways leading off in all directions. "So this is it, the nexus, the hub, whatever you wanna call it. We use all these monitors to spy on people; needless to say, Jack spends a lot of time in here, y'know, keeping the ladies safe..." She shakes her head and silently mouths 'No', then points down the various hallways. "Uh, lessee, living quarters are down there, but we don't use 'em too much. Jack might crash down here after a strenuous stabby-fight session, have himself a nap or something. The gym and infirmary are down there, very cool, very high-tech and shiny. Down thataway is the combat simulator, which is really cool, but might be outta your league. I guess you could watch me fight stuff, if you're like really bored..." As she talked, the ridiculous rabbit outfit drifted away in tatters of mist, revealing Grim's fighting outfit underneath, minus her usual domino. "Wrapping it up, you've got the generator, holding cells and the garage down those hallways over there." The shapeshifter holds up her hands. "So, that's it! Whaddya think, are we cool or lame-o?"

Grim looked at this young fellow askance. "Wellll, if you say so; Momma Grim always taught me not to mess with Elder Gods and such, but if you say he's cool, I'll take your word for it." At this question, the pretty brunette merely nodded. "Mmm." From somewhere on her person (exactly where is very hard to tell), she produced a box of orange Tic Tacs, which she popped into her mouth and started crunching. She wordlessly offered some to Blitz, eyebrows raised in inquiry as swallowed hers and popped a few more. "'Powers'. Funny word, that; all kinds of different connotations." She sucked loudly on her Tic Tacs. "Yeah, I got powers; obviously I got the invisibility thing goin' on, but that's just the tip of the iceberg, my friend." She giggled a bit as she scratched her nose. "Uh, lemme see, how to do this, how to do it...oh, I know!" She hoped up on the bench, facing the younger hero, a big smile on her face. "Who's your favorite actress of all time? Pick anyone; heck, pick your first cartoon crush when you were a kid, I don't care."

This whole situation was insane; how could Atlas be behind all this? Atlas was a friend, a hero and a good person, so either this was the work of an impostor or he was being manipulated somehow. To Grim's troubled mind, it was the only thing that made sense. Before she had a chance to clamber out of the MAVERIC, she was shaken out of this troubled reverie by the 'arrival' of the Scarab in her thoughts. "Wow, it's good to see you, Scarab...well, you know what I mean. :roll: She reached up and gently placed a hand on the small familiar bump resting in the hollow of her neck, just beneath her glamoured costume. "I've got it here, and I will not hesitate to use it. Good luck to you and whoever else your working with; I'll be in touch. Be safe." The tiny shapeshifter hopped up on the roof of the team vehicle and looked around, then scanned the roof of the building, where she saw a few familiar figures. "Okay guys, a few things. One, I could conjure up some stuff to help us, like barricades or something, make the MAVERIC more of strongpoint." She pointed up to the roofline, and indicated it with a nod "Two, I think we've got some more supers up there, possibly those crazy but highly competent kids from Young Freedom. I could fly up there, maybe we can share coms with them or at the very least coordinate strategy. Or I could just, y'know, scout around a bit, all 'eyes in the sky' and stuff." Finally she reached up to her throat and an odd little smile, both nostalgic and proud, crept over her lips. "And lastly but far from leastly, I was just contacted by my old teammate Scarab, who's over at the power plant trying to get the lights back on; she offered the use of her headquarters if we need them, and I've got a teleport beacon that goes straight to it. She's got an excellent infirmary and holding cells there, and it's all just a blink away." Grim clapped her hands together and rubbed them eagerly, doing her best to focus on the fight ahead, and not the disturbing unanswered questions that led to it. "So, what should we do first?"

Hah, Grim rolled utter crap for her Initiative! Her Dex is 26 for any ties. 1d20+12=14 Per discussion on chat, Grim will spend an HP to still have her teleport beacon to Scarab's lair on her person.

Hmm, no ranks in that skill; oh well!

Hiya peeps! Okay, I've been rethinking this thread a little bit, and I think I might have to change a few things. 1. I don't think Grim really needs a Palace of Brass, but I still want to do the bookstore, paid for as an HQ. 2. However, a one-time visit to the Palace might be a fun adventure for the Interceptors and some mystical hero friends. 3. This might work better as a two-parter, starting with the birthday party and then having the extra-dimensional trip happening later, maybe even a few weeks later in game time when she finds the magic mirror in the bookstore. So first up is the party thread, and some of the characters of folks who expressed interest would not be invited to such a shindig, but could obviously jump in on the second half of the story. The Interceptors would all of course already be invited, including Dr A and Vince, but other folks Grim would invite would be Jack's lil' sister 'Jill', aka Ellie, and actually Atlas, assuming everyone doesn't hate him after the Invasion, and even then Grim would invite him and suggest he come incognito. Since the Interceptors have gotten larger and I want to keep the party (i.e the thread) manageable, I'm thinking of leaving the Ex-Knights off the list, even though she does miss them lots and lots. Hurm...

The young woman looked like she was about to speak, but then stopped, her mouth hanging open comically. She looked genuinely flabbergasted. "'Kid Cthulhu'? Seriously? There's a guy named 'Kid Chthulu' who fights crime in this town?" She leaned forward and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Wow...and here I though I knew every cape and mask in this crazy burg. I have never heard of this guy." She shrugged. "Oh well! So, what kinda powers does he have?" Then she stopped and looked rather alarmed. "Wait, isn't Cthulhu some kind of evil ancient god or something? I mean, are we sure he's on the level, this Kid person?" :raise:

I could not agree more; if Dr A dropped a house on them, I'd be fine with that, too :D

Yay, and yay again! :clap: :clap: :clap:

The pretty super cocked her head to one side, and her ear actually shifted slightly, like a cat's. "Ooh, sounds like they're having a good time! Live band!" She also sniffed the air, and chuckled. "And somebody is smoking weed over by the running track, probably under the bleachers." She shook her head sadly and sighed. "Ah, the thing's I've missed out on by skipping college!" Then she shrugged. "But I guess there's still time, though." The girl's cheeks went a little pink, as did the tips of her ears, and she covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh God, I'm sorry! How rude and all that!" She held out a gloved hand. "I'm Grimalkin, with the Interceptors? This isn't my usual beat, but I was in the neighborhood, so..." Her handshake was surprisingly firm for one so svelte. "And you are..?"

"That looks like a good idea." The voice came out of thin air: female, accent suggesting either Philly or South Jersey, and definitely close by. "Mind if I join you, champ?" And now a smiling face appeared, hovering some five feet off the ground, very cute with short spiky hair and a stylin' domino mask; as the head drifted closer to Blitz, a slim, leather-clad athletic body slowly appeared below it, and the pretty young super plopped down on the bench beside him, crossed her shapely legs and idly scratched a pointed ear. "Some night, huh?" She tilted her head back to look up at the sky, shielding her eyes from the glare of the streetlights. "Too bad you really can't see all the stars here in the big city, y'know? Oh well, it's nice to know they're still there." She closed her eyes and took a long breath through her nose, then slowly let it out.

That quote seems very appropriate, because she really was a fighter. So very sorry for your family's loss, Doc.

These are so beyond awesome! Love the mash-ups, especially how smoothly you intergrated Lukos into Hoedown. Also Dangerproof might be the coolest hero name ever. How have you gotten so good that these? I love the system, but having all the functions in Portuguese drives me batty! Whenever you have a chance, would you be able to do a minor tweak on the design I did for Grimalkin? Basically I just want to give her pointy ears and a healthy skin tone. You rock, Giz!

Grim is working her stand-alone Morph and her Glamour is set for Enhanced Charisma, making her stats as follows: Charisma 30 Bluff +25 (Skill Mastery) Diplomacy +15 (Skill Mastery) Disguise +20

Grim sighed, then stepped out of the MAVERIC into the cold night air; the temperature didn't bother her, but she wasn't looking forward to this little mission. Most of her life Lynn preferred the company of adults to people in her own group or younger, unless they were little kids, who could be lots of fun; based on her own experience, teenagers were the cruelest living things on Earth. In the shadow of the vehicle, the shapeshifter chose a new look; she'd never really been up on so-called 'urban' culture, so she didn't even try to go hip-hop, so instead she figured she just play the hot chick card and pray. She quickly settled on low-heeled boots, tight jeans, inexpensive leather jacket and long black hair, and chose features suggesting a multiracial household. The shapeshifter crunched across the snow-covered sidewalk on her way toward the center. Dear God, let this work; I've never felt more white in my life.

What's the status on this thread, pardner?

Lynn chuckled evilly as she steepled her fingers. "Exxxxcellent! Follow me, young Skywalker!" She led Ellie into the living room, where she did something behind a pillar with her hand, causing the floor to open into a spiral staircase going down. The hum of hidden machinery thrummed up from the Underground. The shapeshifter smiles like a kid on Christmas day...or possibly Hanukkah. "You are so gonna dig this." She suddenly shrinks down into her pixie form and zips around the teenager's head a few times, her gossamer wings buzzing past Ellie's ears. "C'mon, Wendy, it'll be fun!" she squeaks as she zooms down the stairwell.

The words stung her, and Estelle jammed her eyes shut as she struggled to contain both her fury and despair at her failure, the magnitude of which expanded with every sentence the vile man spat out. I'm worthless; I should have called someone to help, anyone else... But then the kind words of Viktor soothed her pain, and she realized the villain had lost and was merely doing his best to dishearten her, dragging some victory out of his defeat. She might not have succeeded as quickly as she'd have liked, but at least Dr. Archeville was safe. "Oh shut up," she snapped at the criminal who still dangled in her grasp; she lightly bonked his head against the wall, careful not to do any actual damage. She then turned her focus back to her long-suffering date. "How are, Viktor? Can you walk?"

Acrobatics check: 1d20+8=17 To hit to set up Grapple: 1d20+9=22 Assuming Grapple is established, Grapple check (I think I'm factoring Fatigue her correctly): 1d20+31=45

A wave of exhaustion sweeps over the beautiful scientist as Wesley's power saps her of energy; her body sags and she doubles over like a runner after a marathon, hands on her knees. "Whoa!" Even her hair seems a bit listless as she stands back up, her face slightly flushed. "That is so unfair!" She laughs as she shakes her head. "You don't even have to touch me! Oh well, who said life was fair?" She began to pace out a large circle, keeping her eyes fixed on her unpredictable foe. "By the way, if my little digital persona doesn't grapple in that game, I should probably sue; it's only my signature attack!" She sighed ruefully. "I knew I should have opted for the motion capture! Oh well, c'est la vie!" And with that, she sent tendrils up into the structural supports over the arena, hoisted herself into the air, did a backflip, and dropped behind Wesley, sweeping a glittering swath of fibers over her shoulder in his direction.

Grim smiled; it was nice to see everyone on the same page, and eager to get to work. A team project like this could only improve morale. Rubbing her hands together, she hopped over to Colt and stood on tiptoe for a quick kiss. "Mmm, I love the taste of cowboy." Suddenly an odd thought hit her, and she turned to their eccentric benefactor. "Hey, while you're at it, Doc, you might want to proof this place against our own powers, like if we ever get mind controlled or some kind of copycat steals them." She screwed up her face and shrugged. "I mean, if we're gonna be paranoid, why stop at halfway, right? There can be a special switch or something if one of us goes all crazy, as creepy as it is to think about."

Geez, were you gonna do another IC post here? Technically the PCs don't know they're done fighting :P

Fort save vs Fatigue: 1d20+8=19. Gossamer is fatigued!